Your kingdom burned around you.

And in front of you was the man who led the soldiers to battle.

Scaramouche stood unamused above you. His gaze held great disgust for seeing a former princess, on his hands and knees with the dirt itself.

He let out a scoff of disdain, his foot connecting with your shoulder. "Get up." Scaramouche spat. "As disgraceful as you are, I happen to need a souvenir to take back with me. You're the only living thing left, so."

He began examining you with vague, condescending interest. "Rise. Now. We're leaving immediately."